J. Justice & Jam

This one is for adult dyslexics:

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A true story:
John juggled time between home and work, but spelling left him jangled and jaundiced. He was interviewed by a journalist; it seemed like a jolly good idea to shed light on his ‘disability’ to give others hope that they could make it, and weren’t jinxed.

His jumped-up university disagreed, and questioned his judgement. There was no justice, just jeering and jibes. It was no joke, he lost his job. Jettisoned! There’s no way to jazz it up. They acted like juveniles; said it was justified. He joined a less judgmental university and regained his joie de vivre.

Graffiti art. Berlin 2009.

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Last June I tried making Jam   :(

My brother Jeremy invited me to pick his juicy kumquats at his joint in Jerilderie.

By jingo! Obviously I didn’t know what I was doing, and made a jaundicy kind of mess. My joyful neighbour Jenny advised me not to take my marmalade* to be judged by the jolly ladies at the CWA**. They're too polite to jeer but they might set their jowls into a jagged line. They’d judder and banish me to a jail in Johor where I’d write a jingle about jellybeans and wait for my mates to bring some jelly.
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*Jam and Marmalade should not be confused :(
**Country Women's Association = wonderful recipes!

Mine's the one that needs a hack saw to remove from the jar, you need to carve it out in slabs and it's unspreadable...sigh. It's OK grilled on pork chops though. Any other suggestions on how to use it up will be gratefully received. Otherwise - compost time!


Here tomorrow: K. Knowledge

A drabble is a story told in 100 words. No more, no less.

Over at traverselife I'm spending the month looking at Workplace bullying.

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